Spiral Into Control

My fingers shake as I fasten my seatbelt, the unfamiliar sensation between my legs making every movement feel electric. For three years, Brenda has kept me locked in solid steel cages during our long-distance arrangement, but this morning's video call changed everything.

"I want you to feel every fabric fiber against your skin today," she had commanded from her apartment in Seattle, her eyes blazing with that cruel intelligence I've craved for months. "No more hiding behind metal walls, Samuel. Today you experience everything."

The stainless steel cage she'd shipped overnight is a masterpiece of torment—twisted metal that leaves my cock completely exposed to the world while keeping me utterly trapped. Every thread of my boxer briefs brushes against my bare skin as the plane taxis down the runway, sending jolts of unwanted arousal through my body.

The businessman beside me adjusts his laptop, completely unaware that I'm fighting not to moan from the simple friction of sitting down. My confined shaft presses against the cold metal rings, desperate for relief that will never come without Brenda's permission.

"Turbulence ahead," the pilot announces, and I grip my armrests as the plane lurches. The movement sends my cock sliding against the fabric of my pants, the sensation so intense I have to bite my lip to stay quiet. This is nothing like the complete coverage I'm used to—every vibration from the engines travels straight through the open spaces of the cage.

My phone buzzes with a text from Brenda: "How does it feel, knowing everyone around you could discover your secret if you make one wrong move?"

I type back with trembling fingers: "Torture."

"Good. Now go to the bathroom and send me proof of how desperate you're getting."

The walk down the narrow aisle is agony. Each step causes my trapped cock to shift within the metal spiral, the open design allowing my sensitive skin to catch on the fabric of my underwear. By the time I lock the tiny bathroom door, I'm practically panting with need.

I unzip my pants and stare at myself in the mirror—my cock straining uselessly against the beautiful steel prison, precum already beading at the tip where it protrudes through the cage's opening. The metal rings dig into my flesh as I throb helplessly, completely at Brenda's mercy even at thirty thousand feet.

I snap the photo and send it, knowing she's probably touching herself while I suffer in this cramped airplane bathroom, aching and denied.

Her response comes immediately: "Perfect. Now sit back down and endure the rest of your flight like the good boy you are."

• Material: Stainless Steel
• Color: Silver
• Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter) 2.64", 1.77"
• Weight: 381g
• Ring Dimensions: 1.57", 1.77", 1.97"; Thickness: 0.31"
• Ring Shape: Circle
• Ships with: 3 Rings, 1 Cage, 1 Lock, 2 Keys, 1 Velvet PP Bag